Hiding what's underneath
Paper on the walls
Secrets slip out
As each paper falls
yet under the paint
the truth lays
the cracks in the walls
the remodling phase
This wall with all its unknowns
yet trying to cover up its fails
But one day it'll all be revealed
told over and over through many tales
I'm made of paper,
covering, and paint
with a guarded wall inside me
protecting the false saint
<3 lovely its so deep i really like your poetry! its so...deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i have felt like this as well...your poetry has so much meaning...you should really get it published...